this is the only type of eye make up I really know how to do…. and that’s all I wear if I wear eyeliner ;)
the other night i saw a man (or woman, didn’t check) squatting, pants-less, on the street. Most definitely doing something inappropriate for the side of Alameda, the largest road in Santiago. In plain view.
three steps later, i saw three young-ish men in wheelchairs. They looked pretty able bodied. It was maybe 3am, at this point. One of the men at the front of the group was pushing his chair up the slight incline of the city as the other two held on to him and each other, in a type of train.
I, of course, noted both these things and walked home, and the next day mentioned it to a friend, who promptly said I was mean for thinking that the men in the wheelchairs were funny and very strange. His reasoning was, it was late at night and maybe the other two men in wheelchairs were just tired, and their friend was helping them out?
Which, is absolutely ridiculous. That’s like me going to the bar, and saying to a friend of mine at the end of the night, “could you please carry me home tonight? I just can’t bring myself to walk at all.”
The moral of this story is that Santiago is diverse and amazing. I saw these two “scenes” last week, within 10 feet of each other.
Today, I went out about 9pm to get milk, butter and eggs(literally, didn’t have those basics in the house but did have 2 lbs of strawberries). I was walking home and came along belly dancers in the street with a full band. A crowd of about 50 people had gathered around.They had put out a hat for donations and were seemingly just dancing and playing without a plan.
first class today in two weeks. Argh jobs.
Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.
unknown (via cigares)
best friends have been accidentally housemates/people I met on the street/friends of friends/roommates of friends have become life long friends.